“Is this lunch or dinner?”
“Neither, it’s Happy Hour.”
… At which point my husband and I broke down in hysterics. The irony of our answer was lost on my daughter, who was in one of those places where nothing was going to make her happy.
We were sitting in a beautiful spot, overlooking the Lake, on our last night in Tahoe and trying desperately to enjoy our drink, if not our time.
Ahhh summer…. A time of ice cream trucks, water fights, and whining. They go together like peas and carrots and
When can I watch TV?
Are we doing anything fun today?
I don’t want to go to the grocery store.
Are we there yet?
The complaints are never ending and are set up so that by the time September rolls around we are more than ready to get up at 6:00 a.m. again and send our little loves out into the world of school. (Sigh, give me a moment to dream about this….. ok, I’m back)
Don’t get me wrong; I love the extra time I get to spend with her when she isn’t whinging about something. I love watching her build a huge lego tennis court (after we have insisted that 8:00 a.m. is far too early to begin watching tv). And I really love being able to get outdoors bike riding or playing on the street with friends and neighbors (when the Portland rain finally lets up).
It’s just that, like most parents, I wish we could do all this without the drama that prefaces it.
However I may have discovered a solution… A friend recently returned home from a family visit to their parent’s farm in South Dakota. The kids learned, when they arrived there, that there were no computers, Wii, video games and you could only watch channel by channel on the tv. After the first few days of pain, the kids finally gave in, accepted it, and would simply go outside as soon as they got up in the morning. So next year we are definitely
vacationing at a farm!
Even without any fancy drinks involved it sounds like the very happiest happy-hour of all.
Happy 4th of July to all my friends!
God Bless the USA.
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